Jadakiss - None Of Y'all Betta Lyrics
[Styles]It's sorta like the Holy Trinity...I'ma say...I say it's like three different guns you *****in faggotsGet shot three different waysMatter fact, make that six different waysGun in each hand *****None of y'all betta[Primo scratch twice]-- Jadakiss-- "Aint none of y'all betta"If it is name itWe'll squash you, ASAP, feel itAll I know, niggas give me all my doughLike Boston George comin through with all my blowRight now I'm tryin to charter a jet***** this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connectStep on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mansCome through the block tryin to screw up your plansCuz I still rob niggas for cokeUnderstand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dopeI'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oathI'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toastLike Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me PaniroSad Styles still spin that arrow, ***** itLike the boss of New York, you know how I feelKill a mother*****er cuz a corpse don't talk [no doubt]Sixteen in the joint wit one in the headIf the bullets had legs have them run in your head, *****[Primo scratches]--- Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..."Sonja Blade- "what y'all know about..." Styles P- " put in my work..."Sheek- "on the block..."Jadakiss- "aint none if y'all betta..." Styles P- "but you know it's all real..."Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!"Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..." Sonja Blade- "what y'all know about..."Styles P- "put in my work..." Sheek--- "on the block..."Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..." Styles P- "bet you know it's all real..."Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!"Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..."[Sheek]Let's get it poppin my niggaLoad the tech up and go shoppin my niggaand I don't mean the mall or no Gucci storeYou know what the ***** I want, bricks of rawand I'm too old to make less than a hundred a yearIf it means wavin the hammer and leavin you thereIf it means grabbin your kids out daycareSomebody losin a seed, pay or bleedIt's Sheek Louch, I aint got no heartI shoot broad daylight right in front of the markI put 28 holes through the icy car***** around, like the God won't squeezeIf I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D'sLOX mother*****er, the OX mother*****erThe reason why you shouldn't cop drops mother*****erLike it's something for me to shoot your pops mother*****er, what[Primo scratches][Jadakiss]Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrexover the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the iceRunners love to pump the bombThey know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they momsYou god, minus the 12 disciplesI pop up, all you see is shells and riflesIf I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight youI bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike doand everybody gon' follow me nowDown eighth and an oozie mahogany brownFaggots want you to kill 'em in a hurryIt *****s me up, like they aint got no money to get buriedYou could flip, I'll survive m'kay, mother*****erIn my block still doin twenty-five a dayKnow you work out, chest and your back all niceBut the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?[Primo scratches]
